A sadness creeps over my soul. Unfortunately I'm unaware of why or how I let this happen. Well, I guess today will just be a blur again. However I will drown it out for this lonely bus journey, a place of people watching and inspiration. There aren't too many body's on the bus but there is an overwhelmingly strong erge not to turn and allow my anxious thoughts to emerge. My brain is screaming that someone is watching me but who? And most importantly why? For all I know their could be a multitude of different reasons I get these thoughts. Most probably my vivid imagination is to blame. However I feel like we need to get better acquainted. So on this cold winter morning I invite you to our worlds most terrifying place...My brain. So without any further ado down the rabbit hole we go;
My brains top three thoughts currently:
1. I wonder when the vampires will take over? And when they do I wonder if they will turn me?
2. How much would it cost to buy a empty, dilapidated church and fill it with blankets and canned food for the homeless.
3. Can cats smell fear
Pretty normal thoughts right? I highly doubt that you are shaking in your boots at those right? Lets dig a bit deeper:
My brains longest lasting thoughts:
1. I wonder if spirits possess me when I do something that is out of character.
2. I wonder why I can't stop seeing the man with three hands in my nightmares
3. I wonder if when I die then will I be allowed to still post selfies?
4. Why do people always make me feel like I am a nothing without even speaking?
Ok so that last one was a bit dark and morbid... I'll confess that my brain is a lot darker when I'm not thinking about it. Lets be real about this, who hasn't had dark thoughts in their life?
I digress, lets get back to the topic of the bus. My deepest apologies.
This bus is one of the older types; the type that judders but is still smooth enough to sooth a crying babe. The smell of dried piss and month old sweat, that usually hovers above street dwellers in comically cartoonish line, is blocking my capabilities to string together a line of words and make it worth reading. I do not wish to judge, and I try not to wherever I go, however I will freely admit that unfortunately smell is the one factor I cannot oversee. I confess, it's my worst quality. If this smell was a mix of floral and sweet then my day would of been perfectly positive. I guess odour is just the free gift of the public transportation system of Great Britain. Thanks government, you are doing great sweetie.
My phone just buzz with the news that there has been multiple deaths in France...FUCK. When will this world be a safe enough place for children to prosper without having to have a specific drill for a damn terrorist attack!
I must leave before the hands of terror shake the hand of anxiety that holds me so tight...
Bus tale over
I'll see you tonight.
Thank you
YOU ARE READING
Bus tales
No FicciónThis is a book full of all the tales I hold in my mind that only the long bus journey to college can erase. This is a mix of mature, fantasy and people watching. Basically whatever I feel like that day.
